hope – Picking Up Roots

Oasis

a neon oasis
carved into the midst 
of a canvas of sand;

joyful colors
mask the misery
of those who have come
seeking escape
from the cloying drudgery
of their lives;

hope drives them,
they don't understand:

here,
the odds are piled higher
then the mountain of cares
they're running from

A Hope

when my soul comes to rest
may it find its way here
where the sunsets
are a pink flame
upon the horizon
and the air is clear,
the winds calm

it was born in this place
of deep blue waters,
nurtured in this land
of piney evergreens

here let it rest
amid fond memories,
gazing with love
across the bay

Seasons Change

the memory of summer 
becomes more distant
as fall imposes a firmer hand;
the vibrant greens
shift to muddied yellows;
do not be fooled
by the fiery rainbows in the trees,
look to the ground:
the dying season is upon us;

spring will come again,
its green brightness followed
by the golden suns of summer,
Nature's promise: hope -
so too in the varied winters of life